Pay a visit to the root of the problem

Location: Boys' Dorm, WC

State: Aroused

HP: 100/100

Lust: 20/100

Infection: 0/100

Equipment: Underwear, Shirt, Energetic Bar

I could not let this girl in such a pain. She needed to be left alone and that prick did not help at all. I left my observation point and opened the first stall's door. As I expected, a male zombie was standing there, facing and penetrating the pierced wall, waiting for the girl next door to quench his desire.

I clenched my fists and, with a circular motion, my arm hit his throat, thrusting him out of the glory hole. His head collided with the opposite wall before sliding down as his body slumped. I stepped over his folded legs to finish him by giving him a taste of my bedside lamp when he suddenly leapt up, opening his mouth wide, as if he wanted to bite me. I hastily stepped backwards and encountered the wall sooner that I had expected: the stall, designed for one person only, was narrow. His jaws closed where my legs had been an instant before, resolutely biting my skirt. I grabbed his head and tried to keep him at bay, moving his head in every direction to release myself from his bite, but I only managed to stretch my skirt which split as it started to be torn apart.

My opponent completed its destruction by pulling it with his teeth. The elastic waistband chattered and we both fell backwards. I accidentally dropped my weapon and fell on my butt, on the toilet seat, dazed. He resisted the shock pretty well and jumped on me again. It took me a moment to realize his head was between my legs. He lifted them and, with a startled cry, I slipped from a sitting position to a weirder one. My back, supported by the toilet seat, was supporting the rest of my body and my head was stuck between my chest and the wall behind me. He opened his mouth again and put his lips around my crotch, like a boa trying to engulf its victim in one go. My panties quickly got soaked with his saliva. I could feel his tongue swirling against my pussy through the fabric of my underwear. Another fluid dirtied my knickers even more as the warmth spread inside my vagina. I gasped involuntarily. It felt terribly good. I had to stop him while I could. Could I?